It's been a long time since I was a baseball fan but growing up, I was IN TO IT. I collected baseball stickers and watched the games and as a FL native, went to many spring training games locally.
A couple of times on vacation, I got to see the real thing. One summer, my dad took me to a Yankees game during a trip to NYC while my mom and sisters shopped at Bloomingdale's. Then a couple years later, I went to a Cubs game with my parents while visiting family in nearby Prophetstown, Ill. where my dad grew up. He's been a lifelong Cubs fan and passed this along to me. We ate hot dogs and ice cream and sang Take Me Out to the Ballgame with Harry Caray. It was practically cinematic. And yes, the Cubs lost as they often did in the 80s
This little walk down memory lane is, of course, brought to you by the unbelievable 7-game World Series this year when the Chicago Cubs finally broke their 108 year losing streak in extra innings during Game 7. Last night was electric and I still can't stop thinking about it. But this is a feeling I haven't had for baseball in decades.
Once I hit the teen years and began having other interests, combined with the big baseball strike, I became disillusioned with the game and stopped paying attention. But the moment I knew the Cubs were in the series, it was like years of dormant fandom just sprang to life. I was surprised to realize this actually meant something to me. I had that physical pang of homesickness inside. They just had to win. My dad said, "I've been waiting 70 years for this!" and somehow even though I'm half his age, I felt like I had too.
Even still, it's been a busy few weeks with travel and holidays and I've been keeping my eye on the games but trying not to be too involved. Baseball is a funny thing and even the least superstitious among us get crazy ideas when their team is winning (or losing). I had only been checking scores online so when I saw the Cubs were winning, I thought gosh I'd better not watch because I don't want to jinx it! I saw many many other people say similar things. I laughed when I saw Jim Gaffigan's tweet the other day because he is all of us.
I'm too superstitious to say anything but tomorrow the 8 year old me will be rooting for the team that only used to play during the day.— Jim Gaffigan (@JimGaffigan) November 2, 2016
It doesn't really matter which team you are rooting for. There's something about being a fan that makes us believe we actually play a part in the outcome. And while most of us truly understand this isn't the case, that connection means we get to celebrate the win as if it were our own. That's community.
Wednesday night was incredible and the entire country felt it. It's just one of those moments when people truly understood each other. It was a connection that I didn't realize I'd been missing for a while. What a refreshing diversion from the gloom and doom of reality this year
It turns out that we don't need one person to make America great again or to tell us how to be stronger together. All we needed was a great game of baseball
Congratulations, Cubbies. And thanks for the memories.
Andrea Updyke is a self-proclaimed social media nerd. Updyke's personal mission is to celebrate the big and the small in parenting young children. Visit her blog, and follow her on Twitter @AndreaUpdyke.